A surrealist spilling ink and dwindling between enigmas and epiphanies
Before we were trapped, we had nursery rhymes in our smiles and technicolor cartoons in our eyes. Marigold cheeks engraved with red constellations carved by English teachers and moon craters for dimples. Before we binge ate cynicism cookies, there were slices of sunbeams for breakfast and playdoh dreams in our hearts.
Do you ever see fire smoldering in the eyes of people, burning like a pendulum of insecurities and silenced passions? Their pupils dilate and enlarge as if they are controlled by the marionette of society experienced in pyrokinesis. Their eyes are volcanos coerced to become pet candles. Vertigo on a leash, a tsunami in an aquarium.
I like to believe that time is pixie dust washing away in an hourglass. This year, it seems pixies were playing with the hourglass like Tiktokers play with playback speed buttons. I saw loneliness courting humanity, foxtrotting around the planet like Newton’s law of gravitation.
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Once in a while you need to be able to let go of the world and sooth and relax. This is the place set up with the best options...
A surrealist spilling ink and dwindling between enigmas and epiphanies
where dead metaphors meet dead feelings
Unchartered paths, treading desires and my way out of the labyrinth
Beauty is found in the most unordinary places
Creation of Beauty through Words .
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